for better and for worst

Grandmother traced ancient Tamil Brahmi script on my palm, whispering stories our ancestors carved into stone. In Tamil Nadu, she'd earned wisdom; I sought crypto daily, chasing digital fortunes she couldn't fathom. One evening, her weathered hands guided mine across palm leaf manuscripts. "Money comes and goes," she said softly. "What remains is what you give your community." I watched her teach village children their heritage, their faces glowing with recognition. That night, I paused my screens. Perhaps the greatest currency wasn't blockchain, but belonging—the timeless wealth binding us together across generations, unshakeable and true.